When you're rife with devastationThere's a simple explanation:You're a toymaker's creationTrapped inside a crystal ball

And whichever way he tilts itKnow that we must be resilientWe won't let them break our spiritsAs we sing this silly song

When I was a little filly, a galloping blaze overtook my citySo they shipped me off to the orphanage. Said, "ditch those roots if you wanna fit in"So I dug one thousand holes and cut a rug with orphan foalsMemories are blurred, and their faces are obscured, but I still, know the words to this song

When you've bungled all your banglesAnd your loved ones have been mangledListen to the jingle jangleOf my gypsy tambourine

'Cause these chords are hypnotizingAnd the whole world's harmonizingSo please children stop your cryingAnd just sing along with me